This is a song about "Morgan shepherd"

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Following god, i’m stressed, i feel like i’m a lone soldier,

That's the work of the reaper, doing contracts for the preacher,

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

Ghettos and kids that roam the globe, patrol like a soldier known,

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

You feel it from your head to your toes

Only my shepard was no where near my groves,

And i’ma need some more patron i don’t want no chaser

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

Sometimes it feels like patron is my priority

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free